Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Look What We Have Here...

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"You don't seem to be fine, (Y/N)."

A voice sent shivers down your spine as you spun around, meeting gaze with the worn out look of Nemesis. You gave a light chuckle, trying to ease your tensed mind down.

"I'm good, s-sir...How about you?" You replied, wringing your wrist out of habit. Picking up on this tiny detail, the cold Prime bent down and brought his digits to your chin. He pulled them up, making you to face his red, terrifying optics.

"I do not fond lies, my charge. Speak the truth, or blame me not for the consequences you shall face-

"NO NO NO NO- THIS IS NOT WORKING OUT!" Anna huffed, throwing her datapad onto her bed. "So much for all the dark fantasies, Anna. You still got assignments and Midterm coming up...Gosh, I feel so bad for not updating and now when I'm actually able to sit down to write a chapter, all my previous ideas just suddenly disappear..."

Sighing, she ruffled her hair in frustration. "No Shattered Glass, right." She gently patted her cheeks twice, reminding herself of the words her team said.

RINGGGGGGG!!!

Anna was brought out from her train of thought by her cell phone ringing. Picking it up, she raised her eyebrow in question of Miko calling.

"...Seriously? I'm just a staircase away. Lazy much?" She chuckled and answered the phone. "Howdy-"

"ANNA GET YOUR ASS DOWN, WE GOT WORK TO DO!!" Miko yelled cheerfully as loud pop music played in the background.

"God..." Rubbing her temples, the writer was about to decline when another voice spoke, startling her.

"Better enjoy while you can."

"Whoa, who's that!?" Anna sat upright; attention focus onto the mysterious person.

"WHAATTT??!! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!"

"...Please stop shouting. I'll come down now."

Anna shook it off on the fact that she must be overthinking as she ends the call. Not forgetting her black cardigan, Anna packed her stuff and came out of her room.

"God, Ratchet really did well on the soundproof system. That motherfucker really hates noise, huh? I mean, I can't blame him though..." Anna said to herself as she carried on, walking towards training base #1, their primary filming area and roughing-around platform.

...Mostly Wheeljack with Magnus and Arcee with Airachnid, but Megatron and Optimus had their fair shares of dueling.

With all honesty, Anna cannot blame them. After all, they were once enemies.

The war may be over but the petty fights sure as hell aren't. Adding on with how slow-paced things has become since the girl is in university, the big bots having some wrestling is not really out of proportion.

"Watch your six~"

Spinning around, Anna's hair stood up at the sudden voice from behind.

"WHO'S THERE!?" she snapped, eyes darting back and forth, searching for the source. "If this is another prank of yours again Wheeljack, I swear I am going smack my clipboard onto your face..."

...Silence.

Pin-drop silence.

'C-Could it be...Liege Maximo...?'

Sucking in a harsh breath, Anna slowly took a few steps back, the author on her guard for any anomalies. Ever since the incident with Primes, Anna was very careful with these kinds of situations.